I'm increasingly eager to sell my 700 plus book collection.I already parted with my cd collection,from which I raised around £300.I have also lost attachment to the art I've produce over the years,which I used to treasure in a narcissistic kind of way.I'm basically sick of my old tat.I'm thinking of letting friends and family take a look at my better pieces and let them choose a few for free.This would be a cathartic closure to an activity that,although something which has given me much pleasure,is now something I Feel any compulsion to continue with.I don't want to collect beautiful objects or tart up my room anymore.I want a functional space with minimal distraction,so as to focus my being away from this magpie-like obsession to display and arrange things as though their placement and association with other trinkets would give rise to a shamanic significance which originated in a kind of sympathetic magic that often stems from an investment in the uncanny power of objects and their effects that is often the result of nascent childhood megalomania that imbues tangible objects with sense of mystery and psychic resonance that can persist into adulthood. Well I want to get rid of all this attention I pay to a lot of things,especially out there in the world,that I used to accord divine and sanctified magic-realist emanations.All of this is to grant me a separation and freedom from a certain sense of ownership,as being the good old green lefty that I am I strongly believe in the totality of resources being held in surplus for the common good.Okay so I'm entering socialist dream land,a system many abhor but which is slowly actually taking off in the form of time-sharing of cars and other consumer durables.I believe that this increasing intensification and consumption of what are essentially just tweaked and further designed with the aesthetic mind -set of "We just can't take this any further,so lets just optimize the subtextual fascist power gene a bit more",only serves to alienate ourselves from each other,and encourages actual sentient beings with natural super-sensate abilities to be alive awakened to a collective common humanity that does not need to take these narratives of a collectively hopeless future,where the materially unproductive elite hand us down new toys in a sort of mass -hypnosis of ever newer product that takes on the shape of a conspiracy of aesthetics that in actual fact creates the look and feel of a social reality that is ever more synthesized and systematized in relation to the unadorned and humbly naked body and the in comparison natural landscape of a worldly that is fast becoming a death star wherein the only place of escape will be some fugue state of the mind. Sorry guys if any one is actually reading this crap,sorry it's so long and no paragraphs.I just write this shit to stop talking to myself and I'm sure most of you have little time for my personal obsession with the fabric and feel of socially constructed reality which to a large degree determines how we experience our lives,creates social problems and ultimately determines how we both live in and cope with the internalized sensations of this disparate yet strangely shared experiment that may or may not be the setting in motion of a sinister conspiracy,or is perhaps an effect of a natural evolution of the way things have to be,although personally I think it is more like a synchronous synergy of the two,which serves the final dominion and fucking of the masses who we must give a lot of credit for waking up to this scene. I'm sure I've lost you all now and I'll try and cut this crap out soon. Lastly I just want to add that I know there are plenty of good people out there with jobs they either enjoy or maybe have to endure at times.Normal happy people with relatively conventional lives with good incomes who thankfully don't have to live with the little mental health problem which is my job to manage.I'm glad for you.I want you to prosper and realize your dreams. I just want to stress that this world is being designed,physically,structurally determined by policies by mostly men who work within power dynamics whose only remit is to retain power at the expense of any notion of what is actually best for all as we walk this path with or without faith.We live in a patriarchy that increasingly champions the ethos of male tough guy types.I am soft,I appreciate the generally kind,caring and sensitive presence of females.I realise that my problem is not with women but with a male culture that often eschews gentleness and a lack of interest in the social hierarchy of male dominance and the ever present codified presence of real and always possible acts of aggression,be they random or premeditated. So this is my useless,meaningless and ultimately futile message: Fuck your plasticized conception of joyless glamour hyped entertainment,Fuck the squeezed performativity of your fascist influenced car design:Fuck the music industry in which I see no possible future for except as a depository for fake soul and the final death knoll of un-self censored creativity. I"m happy for the stars though,and really hope they enjoy there fame and money. Actually this is a troll post.I don't really care about anyone but myself.I tolerate certain acquaintances and family members but really just want to record a debut album under the pseudonym "Kray-Z-One Anon",and it is my avowed ambition to lay down some tracks that are so NEW,IMAGINATIVE,ESSENTIAL and downright dope that I will crash into the music industry on whatever level they will accept me on.If I live through the beating I'm due I will eventually have money to promote my sounds.I just pray to gain a credible release to get heard,maybe just one album,I don't care about the money,I just wanna keep working on my tracks,never give up till I die and carry on till there's nothing left of me.So proclaims a schizo bum who sincerely won't be posting here again for some lifetime to come.
When I First Read The Title Of This Thread I Thought You Were Divorcing Your Husband Who Was Performing Badly Between The Sheets.... Cheers Glen.
I could never sell my cd collection. I'd definitely cry if I had to. I don't have like compared to some people who have rooms full, I might have 200+ original CDs. I still like to buy hardcorpy, I'm much materialistic for the covers. Books, eh. I've got books. Just one book shelving unit. I don't see myself reading many again but I like the smell and look and you never know. Once in a blue moon I might actually go back to them as a reference or something.
The clearing out of things made sense to me. I learned many years ago not to attach too much personality to objects. They actually don't feel hurt if you get rid of them. My biggest issue now is saving things to make into other things.
Good for you. Trim down your life to only whats nessesary. Now all ya gotta do is give up the 'tracks' and get out there on the street or stage and play some real music for real folks... in real time!. That is if you actually know how to play a real instrument, and I really hope you do...good luck whatever you do. Thats where I'm at. Tired of begging people to "listen to my tracks"... tired of having to think about "promotion", " Image", "demographic", "Format" etc... I'm a musician not Barnum and fucking Bailey! Fuck the clowns True music will not be defeated, the true musician will never die...
nothing in nature is junk. everything that wears out for one thing, becomes raw material for another. of course this doesn't do much good for anyone living in a tiny apartment, or renting a room in someone else's house. but that's just how messed up the common denominators of life in the most dominant culture have become. one can get attached to the idea of getting rid of stuff, just as much to the desire to have it. my father did. never realized that was the very thing creating the waste problem. i live in a small space, and every time i buy anything, it comes with tons more packaging material then i can ever find use for. and a lot things i do, i use as much of it as i can. everything i own or want to own is for using. books are for reading, either to be entertained by or to learn something from. there's no other point in anything that isn't for using. enjoying, creating, exploring with. people, and everything that knows it exists s a person as far as i'm concerned, cats, ghosts, gods, they all have their own uses for themselves. i won't buy a book just because its a book and just to be buying it. i don't have empty shelf space to be decorating. but i am interested in everything that is to do with everything i'm interested in. blind grab bags can be fun, if they're mostly reasonably small. but i don't need stuff just to be more stuff. i too, have way too much of that already. most of which is probably of too narrow an interest to find a ready market. i don't think there's any of it though, that doesn't have some potential for my putting it to some kind of use. i consider myself lucky. about the only things i have i can think of, that aren't something i could almost immediately do something with, are the old family photo albums that were started when my parents were kids, which was almost 30 years before i was, and i'm 66. and maybe a dozzen or so small plushies. odd and interesting ones. hand made by various artists. i'm not a collector, but i do seem to have accumulated about a dozzen or so. a little less. sentimental value? old data backup cd's. computers themselves. i prefer imagination value going forward. nostelgia makes me depressed. not that change without reason and not for the better is any better. but there's no shortage of things that couldn't as easily be changed for the better then worse. things i've gotten tired of i've mostly given away. i don't think there's anything i have i couldn't walk away from. but i would always like to have at least one computer, with the creativity applications on it i use all the time. (or if the world ever goes back to where no one has them, then a sketch pad and a pencil) that and a warm blanket and stuff to eat and i'm good.
